An Underestimated Christmas (Underestimated 3) (15 page)

“Oh, no. We do, we just usually do it somewhere else.”

“You’re not home for Christmas?” Sole was the one to ask. Why was that so shocking? Lots of people traveled over the holidays.

“Sometimes, the house keeper normally puts up a tree and we buy the boys gifts,” I explained not wanting them to think I was some sort of scrooge that didn’t do Christmas. We did Christmas. I could have sworn the two of them exchanged a smirk.

“What about other family? You don’t celebrate with them?”

“We have her mom and step dad. Morgan has a little sister. We have dinner with them and exchange gifts, but usually not until after the first. When we get back,” I added, reminding them we didn’t usually stay home for the holidays and if we did it was usually with other guests who traveled to the bed and breakfast for Christmas. Nothing special.

“What do you do for a living, Drew?” John asked.

“I own a jewelry store in California, well, I did. I just sold it. I was on my way to New York to buy another one when I got stranded here.”

“So you’re between jobs?”

“Sort of, yeah, I guess.”

“So come here. Come here for the holidays and spend Christmas in Center Station with your family.”

I snorted on that note. “Morgan hates the cold and snow. She would never agree to it, but I would love to set up something for a couple weeks after the first of the year. Do you have any workshops going on then?”

“What if she said yes? Come here with your family and I will give you two weeks free for your little guy.”

“It’s not about the money. Morgan really does hate the cold and snow.”

“But you could persuade her, right?” Sole asked.

“Maybe, but I don’t know.”

John and I exchanged numbers and had another long conversation about his plans for the barn over coffee the following morning. To say I was intrigued with this small town, these nice country people, and the dream of a man living a life just like me with Asperger’s would be an understatement. I was in awe.

I literally stood outside the door, waiting for Drew to pull in the drive way. I didn’t know whether to be mad at him or hug him when I saw him. He missed the sort of planned birthday party, and he didn’t get to see Christina and Vincent before they left. Three days. Drew was out of range for three whole days.

My thoughts of whether to kill him or love him were squashed as soon as he got out of his car and grabbed me in a bear hug. Our lips met and I squealed when he pinched my ass.

“Where are my boys?”

“Sleeping, and you’re not waking them up. You can see them in the morning. What are you wearing?”

“Oh yes I am, and it’s a turkey. Sole’s little girl, Amanda, made it for me at church yesterday.”

“Oh,” I said a little taken aback, looking at the homemade turkey pinned to Drew’s shirt.

“I’m going to see the boys,” Drew said, walking away from me.

“Drew, no. Please don’t wake them.” I pouted. I wanted Daddy. They could have him tomorrow. Drew knew exactly what I was doing with the way my hungry eyes begged him to let them sleep.

Taking a step back to me, Drew kissed me passionately on the mouth, shoving his tongue deep in my mouth. I moaned when I felt his lips on my neck and then my chest. His hands went up my shirt and his fingers went straight to my braless nipples. I arched my back, trying to make them stand to the perky girls they used to be before two kids. It never worked, but Drew didn’t seem to mind. He paid just as much attention to them as he did pre-babies.

“Let’s go to bed, Drew,” I panted. I hadn’t seen, nor heard from my husband for three days, he barely had one foot in the door and the tension was this high between us. I swear Drew and I connected through sex. I guess that’s because for the first seven years of our marriage, it was the only way we communicated.

Drew walked me backward, removing my shirt and taking my nipple into his mouth. My mind drifted to that time. The time that I was supposed to leave in the past. The time when Drew used me as his own personal sex slave. It was sick and twisted, but all I had to do to get in the mood was think about it. I didn’t need help at this moment, but it didn’t stop me from thinking about it.

It was after a meeting with a potential client that came to mind. Drew was uptight about something before we ever got there. I knew before I left that house what kind of night I was in for. I was right. Flashes of me laying on the small hotel room coffee table.

Drew placed a glass of wine on my tight abs and played with my pussy, daring me to spill it. My hands grasped the sides of the coffee table while I tried to ignore the sensations from Drew. I focused on the full glass of wine and tried like hell to ignore the vibrating dildo Drew was rubbing up and down my pussy.

“Drew?” I moaned, closing the door over his shoulder.

“Hmm?” he moaned.

“Remember that time when you were mad at me in New York? The coffee table?”

Drew pulled back and looked at me. “Yeah?” he questioned.

“I want to do that. Do that to me, Drew,” I said in a raspy, panting voice.

“The wine?”

“Yes, do that to me.”

“Are you sure?” he questioned. “You spilled the wine,” I felt Drew grow between us. I think the punishing part completed the fucked up fantasy. Drew was turned on, thinking about it, just as much as I was.

“Yes, I want you to.”

The rest of the evening was surreal. Drew turned on the switch I needed to be turned on. The way his dark eyes changed and looked at me with lust and anger shot straight to my throbbing sex.

“Take your clothes off,” Drew ordered. I barely had any on, but I slid my panties down with my shorts and stood before him like I once had. This is one of those
it didn’t happen often
kind of things, but in a weird kind of way, we both needed it to once in a while. My heart picked up in speed and I held my breath while Drew circled me. I swallowed and felt the tingle run up my spine when his finger traced my spine, all the way down to my ass. He did that. I remember that he did the exact same thing the night we were in New York.

Drew reenacted the entire night like a pro, like it had just happened. Once he had me naked across the ottoman in our bedroom, he left me to get the glass of wine. Placing the glass of dark liquid on my stomach, just below my bellybutton, Drew looked up to me. The lust in my eyes answered his. Yes. This was fine. Watching the glass on my not so tight abs, I closed my eyes when I felt him spread my legs.

“Open your eyes and watch me,” he said in the dark, Drew demanding kind of way.

He didn’t say that in New York, but holy shit. My pussy was going mad. Why couldn’t I have fantasized about a time I wasn’t trying to keep from spilling…? Hey. Wait a minute. That’s not wine, that’s grape juice.

Drew kept his eyes between my legs while he walked to the closet. Fuck. He had to get my favorite one. The four white pearls didn’t go unnoticed in the other hand, either. Drew got on his knees below me, just like he had that night and meticulously worked. I don’t remember if this was exactly what he did, but I was regretting my make-believe request. This wasn’t make-believe and I was going to have to clean the rug. What was I thinking?

“Hmmm,” I hummed when I felt the vibration lightly touch my clit and then it stopped. No…

I felt the hiss when Drew moved to my side and licked my bottom lip. “Shhhhh,” His eyes shifted to the shaky glass of fake ass wine and his teeth pulled on my erect nipple. Placing a soft kiss on my lips, mine trembled with his hot words.

“Keep watching what I do, and no noises,” he ordered, just like he would have back then. I nodded feeling the chemistry we shared even then. It was explosive. With Drew placed back between my legs, he touched me again with the vibrations. I moaned. Dammit. I moaned. Drew stopped and came to my lips again, only this time he was standing and his cock was in his hand.

Drew straddled my face and tapped my lips a couple times with the head of his cock. “You having a hard time following instructions tonight, bad girl? Huh?” Drew asked, pushing his head across my lips, from one side, to the other. I shook my head, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins just like I did that night. An urgency that neither of us could deny we were addicted to. The only difference being, we only used it recreational now, not every day.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I obeyed and watch Drew pump himself in his fist, producing a clear bead to head on his slit. “Lick it off,” he ordered in a whisper. Gladly.

I licked the small slit, instantly tasting the pre-come. I wanted to beg Drew to get the glass after he slid to the back of my throat. I couldn’t gag and keep the glass from spilling at the same time. Drew stopped before my gag reflexes kicked in. After a few moments of his cock going in and out of my mouth, he moved back to the vibrator. I bit my bottom lip to keep from making a sound.

My eyelids fluttered while Drew ran the hard device up and down my pussy, paying careful attention to my clitoris, but not too much. He was going to prolong it as long as he could. Drew inserted the vibrating toy, sliding it in and out before leaving it there. My eyes stayed on him and I watched, knowing what was next. He pushed the vibrator in again and moved to my ass. I felt the first small bead slide into my ass, and then the next. Drew pushed the vibrator in again and I felt the next bead. He slid the vibrator out and placed the tip of it on my clit before popping the final bead in my ass.

“Drew, I’ll come,” I warned, already feeling it.

Drew grinned and pulled the string. “Aahh,” I moaned, hoping he didn’t stop. He stopped his motion but not what he was doing. His hands steady for a second before he pushed the bead back inside. As soon as he started circling my clit again, he tugged on the bead. I moaned again. The next time Drew pulled it out he pulled two, and again, he stopped. I had to stop moaning.

The next time was inevitable. I kept the sounds at bay but the orgasm was still there. My stomach bounced at the first sign. Drew circled my clit, fast and hard while he watched my face, knowing his accomplishment. I felt the four beads slide out and I sat up, grabbing the wine glass while I came. Although I saved the majority of it, enough splashed over the brim and ran between my legs. That intensified it even more. Drew slurped it up with his mouth and I squeezed his head between my legs and yanked on his hair with my free hand.

Drew grabbed the wine juice and set it on the stand. My legs were shoved above my head and his dick was in my pussy in a matter of seconds. He held my legs up while he bent his knees and fucked me. The next time he straddled my face, he took no mercy and I gaged several times while he fucked my mouth.

I could tell how worked up Drew was when he pulled out and lifted my legs again. At first, he just kept me spread and spanked my pussy, and then moved to my ass. Holy shit. I wanted to come again. “Didn’t I tell you not to come?” Drew asked, swatting my ass.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, Morgan?” Drew asked, grabbing a fistful of my hair. For one second I was scared, but quickly decided I was too turned on to be scared.

“Yes, Drew,” I corrected.

Drew smiled and sat on the loveseat. “Come here,” he ordered me to his lap with his eyes. My pussy pulsated, sliding across his lap. The first slap was quite intense, but it was Drew’s other hand that had me concerned. My eyes watched as his fingers pulled the belt from hanging across the sofa.

I knew he was struggling by the way he gripped it. “Use it, Drew,” I rasped, twisting my hips, trying to make contact with Drew’s leg. He didn’t speak. He picked the belt up and ran the tip of it across my ass and then up my crack. Both his hands focused on my ass. One spread my cheeks and slapped them, and the other one ran the belt over my bottom.

“Morgan,” Drew pleaded.

“It’s okay, Drew. I want you to.”

“I’ll hurt you.”

“And then you’ll make it feel better,” I reminded him from across his lap.

“That doesn’t make it okay. You’re never supposed to agree to any of my commands.”

“Drew, stop trying to make excuses. I know it’s fucked up. You know it’s fucked up, but that doesn’t stop the effects of us both wanting it.”

“You swear. You’re really okay with it?”

“Yes, Drew,” I said sliding off his lap. “Where do you want me, Drew?” I asked in a scared Morgan voice. I knew that would get him. It did. He stood and towered above me.

“Put your hands on the bed,” he said close to my lips. I kissed him, sliding my tongue between his lips and turned around. Oh dear lord. What have I done now?

Holy mother. Ouch. Son of a bitch. Fuck. That was nothing like Drew’s hand. It hurt. It hurt like hell and I could feel the sting clear across my ass. I bit the comforter the next time and then moaned when I felt Drew sliding his dick in me from behind. His hands on my sore ass were welcoming, but just like I knew it wouldn’t, it didn’t last. Drew shoved his dick in me four times before moving to the side of me again.

My body tensed while his hand caressed my ass. I screamed and moaned again when I felt the next blow. Drew grabbed my hair from behind and fucked me hard for a few minutes before pulling me to my knees. He fucked my mouth like a madman and then made me get on all fours where he brought the belt to my already on fire ass. I think it was numb. I barely felt that one. Drew fucked my pussy in this positon with the vibrator while he repeated the anal bead practice until the next orgasm.

“Stay right there,” he ordered from behind my doggie style position. I couldn’t respond. I was still riding waves. I heard the packet open and knew by the wet sound what Drew was up to. Tensing again, I felt the head of his cock slide in my ass. He didn’t do it like he normally did. He did it like he would have back when I did everything he told me to do without a fight. He shoved it in deep and fast. My breath caught from the sudden pain and I yelped. Drew didn’t falter. He held my hips and pulled me to him while he fucked me mad.

As soon as he pulled out I was on my knees and the condom was off. I parted my lips like I used to, peaking out my tongue. Drew opened my mouth a little with his dick and I felt the first bout before I tasted it. The next squirt coated my lips and he painted them with his come. Once Drew was completely clean and finished with his own wave, he pulled me to him.

“I fucking love you so much. You have no idea,” he said, pulling me tight while my ass welcomed his soft hand. Ouch.